Images courtesy of the authorIt is 9 p.m.I’m sitting on my bed unable to decide which picture of a front door I should paste into a Google spreadsheet. I change it yet again, this time to a pristine pink front door surrounded by a balloon arch in a complimentary colour palette. It’s 9:15 p.m.I am stressed… what if no one comes? What is worse than being alone on a Saturday night? Being alone in a s